An Old Poetry I had in my Notebook

I was borsing my high school notes when saw this poem in my poetry note "i had my lit class before"...

Happy hour just begun

It’s time for whiskey and some bottle of wine

I’m about to zip my second glass of wine

Then I notice her sitting next to me

Oh! Boy I forgot her name

All I remember is how she looks

In those blue mini skirt jeans

And those gods blessed curves

Eyes that tells the story

Of a moonlight starry night

Lips that’s so inviting for a kiss

Girl I forgot your name but when you told me

I like those pointed boots

Your fitted faded jeans

That buckle up belt

Wonder if you want to have some rodeo

Then I say… glad you did not asked for a dance

Cause senyorita I’m not good at the dance floor

I’m not even good in drinking beer

But don’t worry… if we talk about some rodeo

That’s the thing I’m really good at